At the end of her shift, Kerry went out to her car and sat for a moment, exhausted. But knowing she still had to make the drive to her apartment. She looked forward to a hot bath where she could soak her feet for a few minutes. And then going to sleep. She wondered for a moment if Sandy would be home. She couldn’t remember what shift her friend was on. Not that it really mattered. Kerry shrugged, started the car, and turned toward home.
As she stepped into the apartment, she found it empty. Sandy must be at work, or off doing something else. She headed in the bedroom, where she stripped out of her clothes, and stepped into the attached bathroom. She started the hot water in the tub looking forward to soaking her feet. Even after more than five years as a waitress. At the end of every shif
